Pussymonger

Yep, the smartass pussymonger of Rose Street, you once called me, has passed through his earthly Purgatory and if I survive this trial of my feckless soul, I shall enter a monastery upon my return.

Only god knows what you've had to tolerate the last few months, engaged to that pussymonger. Speaking of men, I was supposed to meet a client twenty minutes ago.

This nigga Sam is a pussymonger and I can tell. So I set the nigga up with the chick. Let my mom know about the shit. He's cheating, she don't hear. My mom naturally picks up the phone with a greeting that sounds like she's a secretary because she's professional.